A new dawn with a faint hint of ‘Cinnamon Latté’ from afar, leaving behind a sky briefly painted in ‘Silent Blue’. I leaped from the platform into a coach as if travelling between time and space so insignificant. Drowning both ears entirely in melodies, mesmerised by the moving scenes outside separated only by a thin window, I then emphatise on why they love to do so. Those mere flashbacks now projected to the like of a musical video. Reflective, yet silently free from reality.